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        WAITING FOR THE BUS
Sometimes you are all alone waiting for the bus,
Or there could be many others all making a fuss,
Then as the bus is late so we’ll all have to stand,
He may not even stop, that’s not we’d planned.

You can see him coming, oh, yes he’s going to stop,
To fit us all in some may have to climb up on top,
Then he say’s “Hurry along right to the back please”
When we have had to wait ages and started to freeze.

Now leaving home with about five minutes to spare,
And while you wait to cross the road you just stare
As the bus sails by early then the next one will come late,
These things used to drive me crazy, quite a terrible fate.

Now we are retired and nearly always take the car,
A lot quicker way to travel and less frustrating by far
Until you get stuck in traffic and no one’s going anywhere,
You cannot just get out and walk to leave the car sitting there.

But I do take my hat off to the bus drivers far and wide,
My admiration for them all I find very hard to hide,
Most are kind and gracious, good drivers going everywhere,
And on one very stormy snowy night he did not take my fare.

I would end up quite squirrlley if I drove the same route each day,
I would just want to wander off and go back a different way,
But folks would be waiting to be quickly taken here and there,
And all those on the bus would want me to return their fare.

So I’ll not be a bus driver, leave it to those who are brave of heart,
And who quietly wait in traffic, be nice and kind and do their part,
To make someone’s day better by giving them a nice big smile,
And we all know that bus drivers keep going long mile after mile.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson November 28, 2003